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Luck Of The Draw

I’ve had my eye on producer August Fanon’s feed ever since I heard him lace up Mach-Hommy’s Haitian Body Odor album with some serious fuego. This new song “Luck of the Draw” he produced for Jalal Saleem—a New York-based artist I am just being introduced to for the first time here—is yet another example of why Fanon is one of my favorite producers out right now. As for Jalal Saleem, well, dude is kinda nice with the pen. He included his lyrics in the Soundcloud post, too—which I respect—so press play and read along below.

Sound off the war hornsTo be warned Abandoned and Forlorntaught Folklore these no hearts all cohorts they bogart Life a sojourn Kept it 20 plus Fourscore I’m scorching I could go for more But whose keeping score who ever said it was luck of the draw? burn the roof to floor that’s for sure Growth pattern like a spore Fire melt the insides just like a s’mores One day death will come knocking at your doors I’m just looking forwardThis 64 There’s no running away will they mourn and give praiseThrow a parade and say thanks Or dance on your grave ?Not the way they doIn New Orleans …Most stick to their core values I stay malleable single handily Lay waste to ya whole battalion They were careless Made assumptions by outward appearance The threat wasn’t apparent I took advantage Too advanced I had to bring it backward They lallygagging… Embody Valiance This more salient Out of body but in bodying in all areasThe name means peace The more the merrierI’m Like the sound that broke the barrier Under pressure I show my character Why fight fire with fire I couldn’t say that only grows the flameI’ll find the opening I’ll use my weaknesses against the strengths I never aimI close my eyes and let it ringI let my arrows find their way Remain relentless Make it lookEffortlessPour it on these schmendricks insult intelligencesLike dumb fucks just not getting it They thick headed and non receptive I feel the blood pumping inside my veins and arteries I can sense how it sustains My very being how every cell works in harmony neurons firing at lighting rates Each time I think I smelt the fear I had to push the pacemouth was filled with a metallic taste It was the thrill that washed away my painOut on my feet My will kept me awake It held the weight…